They would fill him with those big black cocks. It would be Jimmy, the wealthy, privileged, classic Aryan blue-eyed blonde, who would be their slave. ...And their sex slave, at that! It was clear that they were the real men in this room. The taller of the two, probably 6 foot 4, spoke quietly, but with a commanding bass voice. He simply said, “Hands behind your head, elbows out to the side, legs spread, on your knees.”The awed and terrified twink, felt his legs give way. It was if the words had. I can draw really well with the T-square and stencils, but your freehand stuff is amazing.”“Sounds like you two had a good time,” I said.“I think I scared the hell out of him,” Jacke smirked. “I told him about the exams. Ever seen a black man turn white?”“No,” I laughed. “Did you tell him YOUR cure for exams?” I teased.“No!” she giggled. “Jeremiah, one thing you’ll learn if you hang out here is that Steve is very free with his love, both the kind from his heart and the physical kind. I borrowed. The sound of giggles raised her from her dreamlike state and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at her friend's outrageous flirtation with the dark latino.It was at that moment that she caught a flash of electric blue eyes and with embarrassment noted that she was being watched. Feeling the beginnings of a blush she shyly looked away from the handsome stranger sat at the end of the bar. She didn't recall seeing him in here before, yet it had been a while since she had felt that familiar pulse. I look at Mr.Lewis and I feel better, ah Mr.Lewis he was my favourite teacher for a reason. He has short dirty blond hair, a cute goatee and gorgeous blue eyes, when I look at him all of my worries seem not as bad. Near the end of the class a tall busty woman walks in and hands Mr.Lewis a piece of paper, he looks at it and nods at the woman. “Thank you. Katrina, your wanted at the Headmasters office.” I get up and as I leave and I hear girls snickering behind me. As I walk down the hallway I.